Radio Silence Борис Гребенщиков (Boris Grebenshchikov)

[Verse 1]
It suddenly feels like a new year
Like I'm a million miles away from here
I can see some kind of light here
Although I won't name it
I want to talk about moonlight
I want to talk about the wild child, you know
That real wild one, dancing alone
In the middle of the whirlpool

[Chorus]
Spinning tales about silence
About radio silence
About some kind of asylum
In the middle of an empty field full of danger

[Verse 2]
It's strange I don't feel like I'm a stranger
I feel like I belong here
I feel like I've been waiting for a long time
And now I can tell you some stories
Stories about the madmen
Stories about the dream-child
You know, that real wild one
Who dance alone
In the middle of the whirlpool